Growing Up Italian The word calm is not in the Italian dictionary. Thanksgiving dinner included; antipasto platter, lasagna, meatballs. Turkey was a side. I don’t want to be that girl, but roasted peppers, Nutella, pesto, deep fried zucchini was a staple for us way before it was trendy. You learned how to make pasta before entering Kindergarten, and you didn’t practice with play dough. When your friends came to … Continue reading Growing Up Italian
Thank you for visiting our town, where the residents don’t give a rat’s ass, adhering to the law of the land, and manage to live as happy as each day allows.
WARNING: The “F” bomb is dropped quite a bit in this blog post, if this offends you, then please do not read on.
If you would like to read how the town manage’s inner peace, happiness and still remain relatively sane, please read on.
This is a re-posting of a blog written in 2012. I am re-posting this blog for the following reasons: A. I don’t have time to write a new one (Hey, at least I’m being honest) B. I love the image, reader and blog follower and crazy, quirky, friend, Stephanie Murphy posted on my wall once, and wanted to use it. C. I am re-posting for the … Continue reading Re-posting–Thoughts during Yoga